CAROLEE BENNETT SHERWOOD

napowrimo #5, or tentative about spring

So it’s my lunch break, but do not fear! I didn’t write this on my lunch. I drafted it this morning on my solo writing date. And please don’t get me wrong: I love Spring. But it hasn’t quite found us yet here in the Northeast. It is dreary and cold still, that eerie in-between place, and as the anniversary of my mom’s death approaches, I have gloom on my mind.

REMOVED FOR EDITING.

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As you can see, I didn’t quite know how to get myself out of the poem once I was in it. That last stanza will be the first target when I revise.

This poem started as an idea as I drove to the coffee shop this morning, and when I sat down to write it, I used the first of Kelli’s prompts (there is a link to her 30 prompts in the sidebar). My words were cruelties, April, daffodils, margins, entrance, varieties and one more? I can’t remember which one!